11-25-2020, 06:29 PM
"You see da look on his face? Shit's got me worried!"
Tomasino "Tommy Two Shots" Delfini wasn't a guy you wanted to have upset.
He was lead capo of the Gabbana crime family and next in line to wear the crown.
Standing a modest five-feet and nine inches, his two-hundred ten pound frame gave him
the look of a heavyweight boxer in their prime. And he was no slouch with his fists.
"You want me to talk to him?" asked Shorty.
Tommy had to think. He knew this was a "me & him" type conversation. He couldn't trust
anybody else to feel it out. There could be no margin of error. He had to see his face, look
into his eyes. After all, he owed him that much. If he was gonna pop his own cousin then
there had to be absolutely no doubt in his mind.
If Sally flipped, Tommy would know. And it would break his heart. But business was business.
The clock ticked for Sally boy.
Tomasino "Tommy Two Shots" Delfini wasn't a guy you wanted to have upset.
He was lead capo of the Gabbana crime family and next in line to wear the crown.
Standing a modest five-feet and nine inches, his two-hundred ten pound frame gave him
the look of a heavyweight boxer in their prime. And he was no slouch with his fists.
"You want me to talk to him?" asked Shorty.
Tommy had to think. He knew this was a "me & him" type conversation. He couldn't trust
anybody else to feel it out. There could be no margin of error. He had to see his face, look
into his eyes. After all, he owed him that much. If he was gonna pop his own cousin then
there had to be absolutely no doubt in his mind.
If Sally flipped, Tommy would know. And it would break his heart. But business was business.
The clock ticked for Sally boy.
